I think we've ALL been there, Todd. It certainly does suck, for lack of a
better word.
I was taking a final exam at the university a few years back. It was a
stadium-style, huge lecture hall and the only accessible part was at the very
back of the room where the entrance was located. About halfway through the exam
I look down and was horrified to see a dark wet spot in my crotch--my catheter
had started to leak! I knew I couldn't leave this most important exam so I
tried to continue working, while one eye watched the ever growing puddle of
urine that was gathering beneath my chair. As the room was designed, I soon
watched in terror as a little river of pee began its slow flow toward the
center of the room and then commenced its journey down the stairs--step by
step, like a little yellow slinky. I tried to mentally will this nightmare to
stop, but old man river just kept on rolling. As my fellow classmates turned in
their exams and walked up the stairs toward the exit they were each treated to
the sight my golden stream
of embarrassment. There was no hiding it--the trail of evidence pointed
directly back at me.
I finished my exam as quickly as possible and fled the scene of the 'crime.' A
few days later my friend, and classmate, thanked me for giving her something to
smile about as she left that grueling exam. We both had a good laugh then. The
best thing I learned from that exam was that sometimes you just have to laugh
at yourself. I think I passed both the exam and the test.
Don.
